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Deciding what the next recipe on the blog is easy – I eat something somewhere, am blown away by it, beg for the recipe, receive it and make it my own. Or, as is more often the case, I see a drool-worthy photograph somewhere, read the corresponding recipe, can’t stop dreaming about it and decide to make it, only to find I don’t have all the ingredients, giving rise to ‘my’ version of the recipe. The easiest part is of course, writing the ‘WHAT YOU NEED’ and ‘WHAT YOU DO’ sections. ‘MY NOTES’ is also fairly manageable – I don’t have to be witty or creative, just honest. The pictures are trickier. But with a reasonably good DSLR, good light and some patience (mostly on the part of the people waiting to eat while I click away), I can take passable photographs that won’t make me cringe. The most difficult part I always find, is writing about the recipe, personalizing it, making it interesting for the readers. (To be honest, even that is not the worst of it – the real agony is in obsessing over the blog statistics, but that’s after the fact, so we’ll leave that be.)

Only very rarely does inspiration strike. More often than not, I have everything else ready, but can’t write a single word. I sit and stare at the screen but it’s as if my brain is in stasis, unable to produce a couple of half decent paragraphs. Continue reading →

Are you all wondering what happened to Rashmi? Why is she keeping us away from all the scrumptious goodness in her life. Surely, even if the posts have gotten infrequent, the eating can’t have, can it?

And you are absolutely right, it can’t. And it hasn’t. I’m one of those crazy people who can not give up good food. Indeed, a good part of my day is spent on food related activities – when I’m not eating or cooking, I’m reading, talking or even simply dreaming about food. I spend hours and hours drooling over food photographs. Watching Food Network is even more engrossing. Tanmoy says it is more entertaining to watch me watching cookery shows than the shows themselves, because I look like a greedy pig feasting (alas only visually) on a variety of foods far beyond its little piggy imagination and sometimes there’s even a maniacal glint in my eye. The situation, in short, is getting quite out of hand. Continue reading →